The Young Lady Next Door (Adult Novel about Urban Life)

Chapter 1: Desire Arrives

I can be considered a man who is very inclined to praise women. I have also excerpted many beautiful words describing women from famous books I have read. It can be said that the image of women is always beautiful in my mind, even sacred.

A long time ago, probably when I was in college, I saw this sentence in a book: A woman is a complicated machine, and there are always parts that need to be repaired. I can't remember who said it, but it was a famous foreign writer.

I did not agree with this at the time. I thought it was a bit unbelievable. I even thought that comparing women to machines was slandering women and too general.

In my heart, how can a living woman be compared to a lifeless machine made of steel? How pure and lovely are women? I even like what Jia Baoyu said: Women are made of flesh and blood of water. Water should be more vivid than machines because water has a gentle side.

Maybe it was because I hadn't fallen in love yet. Although I came into contact with girls every day, it was only about daily life. It was not until I fell in love that I began to feel that this sentence had some meaning. After I got married, I felt even more how magical and philosophical this sentence was.

After I graduated from college, I returned to my hometown to work, got married and had children. I put all my efforts into pursuing my wife, and the painful twists and turns almost made me lose a layer of skin.

Nearly eight years of married life have transformed me from an inexperienced young man into a philosopher of life. The feelings of the past have faded, and the sex life between husband and wife no longer feels as fresh as it did in the past. I have begun to feel restless.

It's not that I'm a bad person. In fact, I have always been a loyal person in love, and my love for my wife has not diminished. I always talk about what we do every night, and I like it very much. This is mainly because my wife is a beautiful woman, otherwise why would I pursue her so desperately?

Whenever I see a beautiful woman, although I will look at her a few times, I will never think of going to bed with her. So my wife is also very loyal to me. There is no gossip to attack us. Our family is very happy.

Everything in the world is changeable, and for a person, this change is sometimes internal. Although it is not as external as a volcanic eruption, it is more like the intense friction and tumbling inside a volcano before it erupts. Once it erupts, it will be an unstoppable flame. Enough to destroy everything living and inanimate nearby.

Everything started to change after I went to work in another place. Since I could not get natural emotional and physical outlets, I began to constantly seek excitement.

After a period of exploration, I feel that as long as you let go of your mental burdens, you will find that life outside is very exciting, especially for women. The current era really provides men with many opportunities to pick wild flowers.

But I am not a very casual man. I don’t want to mess around with women I don’t know, so I thought of the young woman next door. Although she is not as beautiful as my wife, she is young and sexy.

So, every time I go home, I feel more anxious than ever before, especially when I am almost home, I wish I could turn into a wild goose flying in the sky, and then circle in front of the building to spy on whether the woman next door is home alone.

Her name is Li Ling. Her husband does business in a border area thousands of miles away. He only comes back once a year in winter and stays away for about a month.

Originally she was with him, but she stopped going after they got married because he was the only son and his sickly widowed mother lived in the countryside and often needed someone to take care of her. Also, she was not used to life there, so Ling would go to the countryside to visit her mother-in-law every once in a while.

When I was working at home before, I never had much contact with her, and I didn't think she was beautiful. It was when I came back from working outside the city for the first time, Ling's husband happened to be back, and we started dating each other unconsciously while both men were away from home. I think people always start dating each other involuntarily when they encounter something in life that they can't handle.

So our two families had our first gathering, but Ling's husband passed away before the Spring Festival, saying that there were one or two big business deals to be done during the Spring Festival every year.

My wife is a doctor, and at the first gathering, she said to them in front of the couple, "You've been married for almost two years, why don't you have a child?"

I thought my wife was meddling in my affairs, so I said, "They don't want it, it's not like they can't have a baby!"

But I didn't expect that my words offended Ling, and she ignored me for a long time.

In fact, the reason why I was angry at that time was that my wife gave birth to the baby very late, but I still wanted to criticize her. I was really just making trouble.

However, there are only two women in the two families, and they get along better and better every day. Maybe it's because they share the same suffering.

Once, when summer had just arrived, on the morning of the second day after I came back, Ling came knocking on the door and kept shouting: Sister Lin Qiao, open the door! ”

My wife had just got off me, and I was still lying naked on the bed when she opened the door to let Ling in.

My wife was extremely satisfied physically, and her face was full of spring. Seeing her disheveled appearance, Ling was very curious. She came to the bedroom while talking. When she saw my appearance, she left embarrassedly and scolded my wife, saying, "I was wondering why you woke up at this time. It turned out that... why didn't you tell me? You are such a loser!"

Another day passed, and after two nights of caressing, my wife went to work happily. But she called me at noon and said that she had to go on a business trip to the provincial capital and would not be back until the next night.

Every time I came back, my mother would take my son away. My wife once said, "The old lady is really considerate." As she said this, she turned over on top of me and licked my body like a cat.

After a while, one evening, as the weather was very hot, I went downstairs for a walk. Ling just came back from get off work with a battery in her hand. I immediately went forward to take it, and she said, "Pay attention to your body, can you still lift it?"

My heart skipped a beat. This sentence aroused my sexual desire again, so I said, "I'm on a business trip today and won't be back until tomorrow!" We were both too embarrassed to continue.

I placed the battery in her living room and helped her plug it into a socket to charge it.

When I got up, I saw that she had already taken out the cut watermelon from the refrigerator. It was early summer and the large quantities of watermelons were not yet on the market. I thought the watermelon must be very sweet at this time. I picked it up and was about to eat it, but she seemed to remember something and immediately reached out to stop me and said, "It's too cold. You can't eat it now. Wait a while."

My face turned red, and so did hers. She walked into the bedroom without saying anything, and I followed her in, also without saying anything.

She was sitting on the bed, and I could see her breasts rising and falling through her low neckline.

Although I am no longer a raging fire, she is dry wood.

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I spent the whole night in her bed. She called to ask for leave the next morning, and we slept until noon. She cooked a sumptuous meal for me, but she didn't let me eat the pieces of watermelon after all.

Since then, in order to have sex with Ling, I sometimes came back a day earlier and checked into a hotel with her.

She often said to me, "Save some for your wife!" But such care often had the opposite effect. When I pressed on her body again, she was powerless to refuse. When my wife felt that I was not as healthy as before, I said that she had just been sick, and then she stopped asking for excessive caress from me.

Later, when I was caressing Ling, I really held back a little, at least to avoid arousing my wife's suspicion.

I always have a strange feeling when Ling and I are together. Although she is not the most beautiful, she reveals a sexiness that most women do not have. Her lips, which are always wet, are like a spring. When our lips touch, a lot of water flows into my dry mouth, which is an unimaginable satisfaction.

One time, when we were having sex and kissing, I said to her, "Your lips are just like Shu Qi's. They make me want to get close to you." She said, "My husband has never said that to me. He is a cultured person who knows how to appreciate women."

I knew he was telling the truth. She didn't particularly love her husband. She said he was fat and short, and he didn't even have the patience to make love, which could never last more than five minutes.

But her mother liked him very much because he was very capable and often helped her family with housework when they were in love. Ling's father died very early, and she felt that the family could not do without a man. Ling could not persuade her mother, so she married him.

He went to another place to do business with his friends that year. Ling didn't want to have a child with him because she thought he was too ugly.

When making love with Ling, she likes to open her eyes wide and watch me work hard. When the pleasure comes, she closes her eyes, breathes with her lips slightly parted, and lets out a soft scream.

Sometimes I don’t want to hear such screams because I’m afraid of being heard by others. But afterwards she was completely unaware of it and said she screamed involuntarily. She said she had never felt this way when having sex with her husband, so she closed her eyes at the beginning, and her husband thought she was excited!

Sometimes I feel that her desire is too strong. When I can't do it, she uses her hands to touch me. This kind of pretentiousness and tenderness is what my wife can't give me.

I asked her why this happened, and she said, "I already know the happiness of a woman, which I didn't have before. I want to enjoy it. You won't be with me for long, so I want to cherish you!"

There was a period of time when I didn’t come back for a long time because I had too much to do at work.

But one day, probably around the beginning of autumn, Ling suddenly appeared on my way home from get off work. I was startled, but I still kept her and she stayed with me for more than ten days.

About a month later, she called me from her husband's place and told me that she was pregnant with my child. She came to me to get the child, and went to her husband's place so that he would not suspect that it was someone else's child.

I thought I knew very well that there would be no emotional entanglement and no worries with Ling, and I felt that Ling was with me only for physical satisfaction.

But my thoughts were too naive and I didn't expect her to do this.

She sensed that I was very angry, so she said, "We're done, because I don't want to see your wife not being loved by her husband. I just want a handsome child, and that's why I came to see you this time. I know I can't leave you anymore, but now seeing how you look, I have no other choice but to leave."

The next year, at the end of spring, Ling gave birth to a beautiful boy. She was very happy, but she was worried and scared in her heart.

But my wife didn't doubt it at all. She just joked, "How could her husband, who is so ugly, give birth to such a beautiful son? He is more beautiful than our child."

I said, "Lin Qiao, Lin Qiao! You are a medical student, but you don't even understand heredity and mutation."

Although Ling was the first to say that her relationship with me was over, it was also my choice and the only correct choice. If I continued, everything would be exposed. I feel that women can sometimes be very determined in their relationships.

I have always been afraid to face Ling, but I met her one time. She was holding her child and smiling at me. Her smile was very sweet, just like the smile I had when I first stood in front of her bed and looked at her breasts.

But she will no longer open her arms to receive me, because she holds my child in her arms.

Chapter 2: Confession

Ling and I avoided each other like this. Ling often came to my house with the child. Sometimes she came to see my wife for something, but more often she came to play, especially on the second or third day after I came back. She would often stay for the entire afternoon. Maybe the first day was given to me and my wife to be intimate?

Every time she knocked on the door, I would hide in the bedroom, because she always had to shout when she knocked on the door. Most of the time, it was my wife who opened the door, but sometimes when my wife was busy, she would ask me to open it.

I always don't speak when I open the door, but one time my wife was not feeling well and she came to take care of her. She even made a bowl of ginger soup for her to drink, so I had to speak.

When Ling came in, she always looked at me, as if she was unnatural for a moment. I could see that her face was red, but when she saw my wife, she became natural and the redness on her face disappeared.

In fact, I knew that she was deliberately trying to get close to me. Whenever our eyes met, I felt very nervous and my expression became unnatural.

I was increasingly afraid that my wife would discover my abnormality, so whenever Ling came to my house, I would make an excuse that a friend had invited her, thus minimizing the time I spent with Ling at home.

But I was afraid that my wife would see the problem from another perspective, so I was always cautious. But life doesn’t always go according to my arrangements. One time it was a rainy day and I had no reason to go out, so I had to read at home.

But when I opened the book, I couldn't continue reading. My eyes were always fixed on the pages. My mind had already returned to the past, and a movie had been playing since the time I came into contact with Ling, and it only stopped when I saw the present.

Ling was talking to his wife while feeding the baby, and occasionally observing me out of the corner of her eyes. In fact, she was calculating what I was thinking about in my heart. I hadn't turned a page of the book for a long time. How could she not know the reason?

I feel especially uneasy when she and my wife watch TV. My wife especially likes to watch romantic TV dramas, and they are from Hong Kong and Taiwan. There are constant scenes of the male and female protagonists hugging and kissing, and sometimes even sex scenes. It is impossible for me not to watch them.

Every time this happens, Ling's face will turn red. Of course, my wife doesn't feel anything, she is used to it. Whenever I have something to do, I wonder, how can a romance reader like my wife not have that kind of charming femininity? It is the young woman whose man is not around who brings the story in the plot to life.

Ling's expression when she saw the bed scene was very cute, or even very sentimental. Sometimes I would secretly look at her from the side. Her expression was very focused, and it didn't seem like she was pretending. Her nose bridge was very moderate. Once I saw a bead of sweat hanging on the tip of her nose, but she didn't wipe it off. Instead, she put her hands straight on her knees.

I looked up from the sweat beads. Her eyebrows were very black and shiny. Although they were not modified in any way, they were natural and generous. Each eyebrow stretched out to both sides, very smoothly.

Her cheekbones are also moderate. I have heard since I was a child that if a woman has high cheekbones, she can kill her husband without a knife, which means that such a woman is vicious. This is of course a superstition, but even so, Ling's cheekbones do not belong to that category, so she is not a vicious woman.

The most beautiful part of Ling is her mouth. If her eyes, nose, eyebrows and cheekbones have no flaws, then her lips should be very beautiful. To be honest, when I see her mouth, I think of kissing her, and then I think of going to bed with her.

She has a very slim figure, which can be described as the petite type. This is in stark contrast to my wife, who is about 1.72 meters tall and has a plump and sexy figure. But Ling has a slim and good-looking figure, about 1.62 meters tall. What attracted me at first was her mouth and figure.

Some people say that men are lustful and always look at what is in the pot while having their fill. This is indeed true. I saw Ling's breasts, which had just been used to feed her child, rising and falling with her breathing, and her body also responded. I wondered: How could a young woman who had given birth to a child be so attractive? Even want to suck her sweet milk.

I thought to myself: This is the almost perfect body that I once had under me, so beautiful and comfortable, and she gives me the physical satisfaction that my wife cannot, perhaps because she has rarely been developed by men. How many times can she and her husband have physical intimacy?

To be honest, if I didn't have a child, I wouldn't be so timid. I'm a man, why would I be afraid of this? Besides, her man has long lost interest in her. I heard that he already has a beautiful Xinjiang girl in another place, and they have long become a real nominal couple, and no one asks about each other's affairs. I won't have any burden even if I take this woman. I'm just afraid of another thing, that is, my financial situation is not well off. If I were the boss, I wouldn't worry like this.

Ling's man has plenty of money, and the money he gives her every year is several times more than our income. Otherwise, why would a beautiful girl from Xinjiang fall for him? Since giving birth, Ling has had no plans to go back to work. She plans to take a long-term unpaid leave and stay at home to take care of the child after her maternity leave.

Although I tried my best to control my feelings for Ling, things between men and women are very difficult to predict. Men are like light bulbs, which light up at first and go out in a moment; women are like irons, which heat up slowly and cool down slowly. It is not difficult to imagine what the outcome would be for a man and a woman who often come into contact with each other.

One weekend, my wife took the children back to her parents' home for something and they would be back for two days. The wife always tells Ling when she has something to do, and this has become a fixed habit, because she has little social experience, while Ling is like an encyclopedia in this regard.

Just like the matter of eating watermelon, even though my wife is a doctor, she sometimes doesn’t understand it, and her colleagues in the hospital say she is a childish woman.

But this is good for me. No matter how handsome the man is, no matter what seduction techniques he uses on her, it will be in vain, so she is a safe woman.

One day, I had nothing to do at home, so I took out my old books and sorted them out. Sometimes I put the books outside the window to shake off the dust, but I never expected Ling was hanging clothes on the balcony.

The sky in early autumn was exceptionally clear and the weather was warm. I only heard her coughing intentionally, and I turned my head inadvertently, only to see that her head had already been stretched out, smiling at me secretly!

I looked at him and went back into the house, but half an hour later, I heard her knocking on the door.

I had no choice but to open the door, but I intentionally let her talk outside. I saw her pull open the security door with force, walk into my bedroom and sit on the bed.

The child is very fat and white. Although he is only a few months old, he is as tall as a one-year-old child, not much different from my child when he was little. Ling's pride is always on her face, but although the child is also mine, we have no feelings for each other if we are not together, and there is no status for him. To put it bluntly, he is an illegitimate son.

Ling stared at me for a long time before saying:

"Don't you really miss your son? I tell you, don't be afraid, I won't rely on you, what else can I rely on you for? Apart from the fact that you look like a human being, there is nothing else to burn?" She saw my impatient expression and got angry all of a sudden, and said with contempt to me: "Men nowadays have to have money. Look at my man, he looks like a pig, dark and ugly, but there are still beautiful women who are good to him! But then again, even if he plays around, he will come back in the end, I know it in my heart!"

She said so much in one go that I was really speechless.

After a long while, I finally comforted her and said, "Don't mention the child. If we continue like this, I think something bad will happen to us. It's better to separate."

"How to separate? Your wife has already said that she thinks this house is very good and the location is not bad, and she never wants to move away. If anyone has to move, it will be me. But I don't want to move away either. The reason is very simple. Your wife is a doctor. It is very convenient for us to have any discomfort without having to go to the hospital all the time." She smiled proudly when she said this.

Then she said to me, "If you listen to me, we will be fine. I want to continue to be with you, so I will be your lover. In theory, a lover should be prettier than his wife, but your wife is a beauty, and I can't compare to her. But there is one thing I can be sure of, I will serve you better than she can, and I will make you feel very safe, so you can rest assured! I have also thought about it. Although I need a man to satisfy me, I can't ask too much from you. If your wife finds out, I won't get it once. Don't you think it's right?"

It can be said with certainty that Ling's thoughts come from her heart. I know she is a good woman who speaks her mind, speaks directly and frankly, and does things cleanly and efficiently. She may seem vulgar on the surface, but she is a passionate woman at heart, like a changeable fairy.

Once such a woman is nice to you, she will be as loyal as a chivalrous woman, but once she does something cruel, she will never have any reservations. I began to feel a little scared. I was afraid that she would tell my wife about the child, and then my life would be over.

Ling seemed to see what I was thinking, and said boldly: "My child doesn't want you to give a penny. I will compensate you, but don't let your wife know. I have saved some money for you. I won't give it to you all at once. It's your pocket money. It's about the same as your salary every month. I know your salary. The cigarettes you smoke are too bad. It's not that your wife controls you. The actual situation also requires this. The child is grown up, and there are many places to spend money."

Ling started to cry as she spoke, describing how miserable her life was. Although she was not a beauty, she was still a hundred times better than that pig-like man.

She also said that I was an educated man who could educate the child and help her in the future, and that the child could become a talented person, so she would have someone to rely on. She no longer counted on that man, but just wanted to get more money from him now so that she would have someone to rely on when she was old.

After listening to Ling's confession, my heart softened. After all, I am a man. How can I remain indifferent to such a considerate woman?